My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Deng, Deng, Deng, Deng..." In just the blink of an eye, he retreated dozens of steps away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his feet went weak, and he knelt down on one knee again.

The sound of thunder drifted far away in the vast wasteland, and the waves of power gradually disappeared. There was a dead silence under Yunjin City, and everyone was stunned again.

No matter who it is, even if the envoy comes in person, I am afraid they must admit that the subtlety and tyranny of Zhong Lingxiu's sword are absolutely unparalleled in the world. Not to mention the seventh-grade Emperor Sage, even the ordinary eighth-grade Emperor Sage would probably have a hard time blocking such a sword.

But in front of Gu Fenghua, Zhong Lingxiu's sword was still so vulnerable. With just one strike, the Yin-Yang Five Elements of Heaven and Earth in the sword completely collapsed and disappeared.

How powerful and mysterious must be her sword?

Looking at Gu Fenghua, who looked calm, as if the sword had nothing to do with her, and then looked at Zhong Lingxiu, whose mouth was dripping with blood, their minds were filled with confusion.

Frankly speaking, at such a young age, Zhong Lingxiu has the cultivation level of the seventh-grade Emperor Saint, and can still perform such an earth-shattering sword. His qualifications are definitely worthy of being called a generation of wizards, enough to make anyone admire and admire him. She has low self-esteem, but in front of Gu Fenghua, she seems mediocre. If Zhong Lingxiu was like a star in the night sky to them, hard to reach, then Gu Fenghua was like a scorching sun in the sky, so dazzling that they couldn't look up.

After practicing hard all your life, what exactly have you cultivated? It's better to hang yourself from a tree with a crooked neck! Many people have the same pessimistic thoughts in their hearts.

Sima Jingnan was not as pessimistic as them. He pushed back the long sword that had just been ejected from the scabbard, and looked at Luo Enen and the others again in surprise.

At this moment, he finally understood why they were not worried and were still in the mood to eat chicken. Compared with the power of the sword, Zhong Lingxiu obviously cannot compare with Gu Fenghua. Compared with the subtlety of the sword, she would probably be thrown out by her more than ten times. If she were Gu Fenghua's friend, there would be nothing to worry about.

This is indeed the case.

"Aren't you asking for death if you actually compete with Fenghua in swordsmanship?" Luo Enen said disdainfully while chewing on the chicken leg. There was even a hint of pity in his eyes as he glanced at Zhong Lingxiu.

"Yes, talking about sword skills alone, there is no sword skill in the world that can compare to the graceful Eight Swords Guiyuan." Fatty Bai agreed, showing a flattering smile, "Give me another wing."

Luo Enen ate quite gracefully, so he moved much faster, chewing a chicken leg clean in two or three bites.

"One chicken only has two wings. If you eat them all, what can I eat?" Luo Enen said.

"Then give me the chicken breast." Fatty Bai said.

"You're smart, just think there's a lot of meat there." Luo Enen said angrily, "The chicken breast is mine, do you want the chicken head and neck?"

"There's no meat at all, what am I going to do here?" Fatty Bai said in disgust.

"Then I'll give you a chicken butt, it's full of meat." Luo Enen said.

"Forget it, just give me the chicken neck." Fatty Bai said helplessly.

Faintly hearing the words of a few people, black lines appeared on Sima Jingnan's forehead: Zhong Lingxiu is also a strong person in the seventh level of the Emperor's Saint. If it wasn't for his bad luck that he met Gu Fenghua, he would have been in the limelight. You are so proud of yourself, you are just so busy trying to win, and you don’t even want to look at others. Isn’t that too disrespectful?

Sima Jingnan suddenly felt a little inexplicable sadness, not for himself, but for Zhong Lingxiu.